So. I'm not really sure where to begin. This could get all out of order or it could not, but like I've said before. If you're here for the fountain of endless useful information I spew out on a bi-weekly basis, you're in the wrong place.
I gave Darin my scale to hold on to for a few days, and I already want it back. I've done nothing but be upset the last week every. single. time. I weighed myself, and I KNOW I wouldn't stay off of it during my recovery, so I decided if it's not here, I can't use it. I just want it back because I don't have it. Also though, I weighed myself this morning, but the last pair of pants I bought that are in the smallest size I've worn since my teenage years, are getting too loose. Which, what? I'm not sure what's happening, but it's not a bad thing.
Today's workout went as somewhat smoothly as it could as I am too fat for fun for a lot of things, such as burpees. They're slow. 3 rounds. Burpees, chest presses, KB swings and kneeling cleans and presses then some dreadmill time for "active rest"...which let's be clear, I'd rather just rest. I'm a lazy pup as my papaw says, and after the last bit of cleans and presses my face was tingling and I was about to diiiiiiie. I actually thought I might pass out, dramatic as that sounds. The last time my face was tingling like that I was at crossfit and had to lay down. I'm not sure that's not like a neurological problem but whatever. I felt like I was dying. Speaking of about to die. Sometimes I'm a straight up retard and like obsessive compulsive about lists I make. When I make a list, I get shit done. Period. I don't veer off that list, nor do I make changes. Which, I got it, that's bad in cases like this one. My left hip is kiiiiiiilllllllllliiiiiiiinnnnnngggggg me. notice the drawn out spelling. that's to show how much pain I'm kind of in. Like it's a stabbing, constant throb and yesterday on my list "running intervals" happened to be my choice of cardio, so that's what I did. I lasted about 20 minutes before I had to get off the treadmill before I fell. Bad choice. Then, earlier, Darin and I had a conversation about that and he said to quote "foam roll that sucker", I would rather cut my left leg off. I had a few choice words that got somewhat louder than I realized at the Y during that time. I have a twilight reference. Ya'll know when Jane says "pain" and then whoever she's got her beady little red eyes on starts convulsing (in the book it says it's more of a burning pain, not electric like Tanya but I digress) it's kinda like that with me and the foam roller. Anytime it's mentioned I basically just want to fall down on the ground and start convulsing and stay there because I have yet to experience this "the more you do it the less it hurts" situation. lies.
Next workout. Friday morning at 6:45. I know I'll be awake so why not make good use of the time before surgery? Darin agreed to see me that early, and it will be my last workout for at least a few days. I'm kinda anxious about everything because all I've heard about is how I'm not going to feel like doing anything. I'm trying to be as positive as I know how to be (if you've followed this blog for any length of time, you know sometimes I take negative Nancy to a whole new level) for at least the time being. My anxiety though has made me extra crazy. Like post workout Monday, I wanted chocolate milk. So I drove to the river ridge CVS and they didn't have any. So obviously that's cause to start crying like my dad just died. Thankfully they make medicine to get that kind of crazy under control. Also ya'll, I'm planning on watching a lot of movies because I hate commercials on TV, except the ones I like, but right now my list includes the Little Rascals and return of the Jedi. If anyone has any suggestions for GOOD movies that aren't gory, please feel free to let me know.
Tomorrow is Thursday. Imagine my best "help me" face. My uncle is taking me out to dinner (wherever I want to go) after I get done with work, where my sweet coworkers decided to bring food for me tomorrow. Which means there will most likely not be the best choices made. However, not that this is an excuse or free reign to eat everything with wild abandon, but I've done REALLY well the last week. Like I've been at 1600 calories of good food a day, a gallon of water, and at least 30 minutes of exercise a day. So, I think one day off from the gym isn't going to kill me. At least, I don't PLAN to go to the gym, but I always have clothes just in case.
so there you have it. I know I'll probably be out at least a week as Darin is requiring a doctor's written release (smart) and I know Hawes won't give me one for sooner than that. I know you all will be on the edge of your seats waiting for the next mentally stimulating, information filled blog post. But I'm not sure when that will be, so until then, drink some mountain dew for me. I'm out.
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